Blowing out smoke, picking at this tugging at that, looking around out the window between this or that, under this or that on the floor still in search for just one more.
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Coming up with schemes wasting time, robberies hold ups, bad checks in lines, returns, hell donate blood, food stamps,wic coupons, gift certificates nothing was so intricate.
Mob action, give a ways, run a ways, fools carrying around parhanailer tools, squats here and there closed in or out in the open.
Got to get that ill off no matter how, where, or when but now up my nose in my vein smoke in my mouth straight through to my brain.
Tweak this tweak that got to hurry and get back take this hit to the head, the arm the nose glasses tinted with rose, no more pain- no feelings at all blowing out smoke.
Smelling bad no soap or water, selling everything you had and yourself cheap, and no food to eat...
..in the stores stealing meat, maybe chips here or there or just a cigarette too much despair.
Hair undone looking unnatural, the walking dead passed by a mirror and still I said, not bad (looking good) mean while just a bone whose souls about to be hauled home, bag box with a whole lot of chatter get it together, see the matter?...
...I know, I'm just blowing out smoke.